Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2020-11-24 19:55:43 | 73.01 | 96% |
| 98 | 2020-10-26 23:15:27 | 67.64 | 96% |